Â “It is not the destination where you end up but the mishaps and memories you create along the way!”
Author: Penelope Riley
Rollercoasters are fun. Usually. This week has had its share of ups and downs, giddy happiness, and then will I survive the drop? moments.Â Â For instance, just copying and pasting the above quote caused my Mac to say there was a virus attached. Was there? I donâ€™t know. But there you go. I only wanted to share something good and, Wham! A virus warning. (I did what I could to avoid the virus. Time will tell.) Mishaps indeed!
Today I had the pleasure of being interviewed by Laura Lyster-Mensh, whoâ€™s fantastic podcast and website, ‘Our Better Half‘ is not to be missed. Seriously. Visit her website. You will laugh and form an immediate addiction.
So there I was. Happy. Laura and I have kindred hearts concerning fabulousness in the second half of life. I suspect we will stay in contact and form a lasting friendship. La la la la. Joy. Smiles.
A couple of hours later I heard from a store I was hoping would carry my menopausal cards. I opened the email while holding my breath. â€œPlease be good news, please good be newsâ€¦â€
Nope. I was told the staff thought highly of my cards but felt they werenâ€™t hand-drawn or hand-printed enough to fit in with their current stock. Huh. My words, my photos, but not hand-printed enough. Confusing. Kind, but confusing. Up and down, round and round.
Earlier today I went out to my car. The strong scent of skunk wafted through the garage. What? How? Why? Beats me. The good news? Our dog swore innocence and didnâ€™t smell too stinky. The bad news? My car smelled as though the skunk took it for a joyride and blew its wad along the way. I repeat. What? How? Why?
I know, I know. There are seriously sad things happening in our world. Boo hoo, my cards werenâ€™t picked up by one shop. Waaaaaaâ€¦my car smells like skunk. (Okay that one does suck.)
What I want to hang onto, no matter if the rollercoaster ride is up or down, is that the good far outweighs the bad. At least that is what I choose to focus on. At some point, it all will come screeching to a halt, and I want to be wearing a â€œletâ€™s do it againâ€ smile.
Believing in goodness? The best part of my day.